Love?

An awful attempt at capturing the essence of love... doubt that anyone will be able to do it justice in a poem.

That skip of the heart
Still of all breath
Warmth flooding mind
Eminent death
For, surely, one cannot
Survive this pain
Unequaled by crystalline
Not that of the sane
Understated in words
Feeble rhymes won't amount
To the wrenching of soul
Blotting pens can't account
And so, one must depend
On the battered, frail phrase
Those four fragile letters
Those of love, passing days
Too often muddled
Or even cast aside
And most err in feeling
That love must be tied
To a special few people
Love belongs to none
Friends, lovers, foes
Love cannot be undone